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[patriotqueen]

He wasn't going to let this get to him. The wind blew a bit harder and the whispers kept going, persistent, just a bit louder, to demand attention. To demand surrender. But he wasn't going to. He wasn't bloody going to acknowledge this madness. He flinched as he saw a hand. He wasn't going to let any of these people near him either. He knew what

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[doctorcuddymd]

"Are you all right?" Cuddy recognized Guy, she remembered him from awhile back. Breaking into a quicker stride, she hurried up alongside him. He didn't look well.

[patriotqueen]

There was no blood. Guy looked at his hands in some shock. His hand had been in the barbed wire, he had felt the iron pricking his skin.

It hadn't been real. It had been this fucked up hallucination. He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Will be." He said (lied?) to the somewhat familiar voice.

[doctorcuddymd]

That was a deliberately evasive answer, and Cuddy had seen it plenty of times. Her head tilted a little more in concern and she reached a supporting arm out to help.

"What happened?" she asked. Her first thought was that Guy must have just felt dizzy, but the weather wasn't that warm out.

[patriotqueen]

"I tripped." Guy said. But looking to the floor found nothing he could have tripped over. He then tried a charming smile. "Dear me. Drinking before lunch - I really oughn't."

[doctorcuddymd]

Cuddy gave him the benefit of a smile. "All that tequila," she teased lightly. "Really, Guy, are you all right? What happened?"

[patriotqueen]

"Yes, yes, I'm fine." He lied again. He didn't care if he was believed, he just didn't want to admit anything was wrong.